In West Village
The very next day, the weather was gloomy with gray clouds hovering over small crowd gathered at the mortuary awaiting to see what was now the painful reality: Joanne Harper was no more.
Mournful cries echoed among the sisters as they watched the pallbearers carryJoanne's coffin to the herse. Close friends and family were there for support in this difficult time as they held each other and cried on.
Sister Alice Moon was being supported by two people as she wept. She had grown weak from the crying and the pain of such a loss. Their words of comfort could not get through to her ears because nothing could undo or soothe what she was going through.
Still, she was grateful grateful for the support everyone present was giving. She had this thought whilst subconsciously only for her gaze to fall upon a familiar face. Her eyes widened a little from shock and fear when they made eye contact but he held a finger to his lips, silencing her.
